"Boom!" All the undead within a hundred feet were removed. The lethality of the "Light Roar Bomb" to the undead was more troubled by the Lich King than Zhao Sicheng's "Sword-controlling technique". Xiaobai's "Light Roar Bomb" would make the undead army timid, and the explosion of the "Light Roar Bomb" would make the "Death Field" missing.

The Lich King exclaimed: "Huh? Light system? Undead? Interesting. Undead bone hand!"

The "Dead Bone Hand" who can catch ten people faces us. Isn't it as easy as breathing as if it were to capture a few 2-level mutated undead?

Obviously, the Lich King thought too simple about Xiaobai's accomplices. Although each of them had only level 2 strength, unless they killed Xiaobai, the accomplices were almost immortal. They were not afraid of any energy attacks, had no sensory pain, and could quickly reborn after turning into white energy.

"Everything is for Master Tiger!" The accuser roared in unison.

"Kill!" Xiaobai hasn't released them for more than a year. In that dark space, the accusers were about to go crazy. As soon as they were released by Xiaobai, they began to look for the prey, skeletons, zombies, and various undeads that Xiaobai needed. It was obviously not in line with Xiaobai's taste. The accusers could only bite the undead. One was to vent their strength, and the other was to please Xiaobai.

In the empty and fleshless holes (eyes), the soul flames were beating, and excitedly made waves of bone friction sounds of "Wow, Krakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk..."

The undead of light, the Lich King seemed to have obtained fun toys, and seemed to relax his vigilance towards Zhao Sicheng. The Lich King underestimated the creatures like ghosts. They could not measure them by level at all. They had ideas than the undead. They would cooperate, and most importantly, the soul fire of the undead will be extinguished, but the ghosts will not.

"Wow, Kak, Kak, finally caught it." The Lich King screamed excitedly.

But the accuser who caught his hand turned into a ball of white air and slipped out from the lich king's fingers: "Impossible! The light-winged tiger will definitely become my undead pet."

The Lich King soon discovered the biggest weakness of the accomplices and drove the undead army to advance towards Xiaobai. The millions of undead army seem to be numerous, but they cannot withstand the consumption of the accomplices. In less than one magic, the undead army had fallen down more than 3,000. At this speed. In less than ten days, except for a few god-level undead spirits, the Lich King would be killed as a commander without a single magic.

A fat winged tiger that can't even fly up will cause heavy losses to itself. This makes the Lich King unbearable.

"Brothers, come back to protect your car!" Hearing Xiaobai's call, the accusers automatically turned into white air and returned to Xiaobai's side.

The little brother of the affair has endless energy, which does not mean that Xiaobai can cast magic continuously. Especially the five god-level "Roar of Light" in succession, causing Xiaobai's demon pill to shrink violently. Xiaobai, who cannot release the magic of light for a while, can only fight with hand.

Xiaobai's brain is not very good. But he also knows that his current obese body shape is fighting with the army of undead. He will definitely be torn into tiger meat strips by the undead.

Xiaobai looked up at the sky and roared the tiger: "Roar! Master Tiger hates the undead."

The accomplices said in unison: "We hate the undead too!"

"Protect the car! Protect the car!" The accomplices were loyal to their duties and rushed back to rescue at the same time.

The Lich King realized at this moment that he seemed to be missing something?

"Damn it. I was actually fooled by a fool who was too fat to fly." Since the affair had returned, the Lich King knew that he would not be able to take down Xiaobai for a while.

The profession characteristics made the Lich King become interested when he saw the undead in the light. After several entanglements, the Lich King discovered that Zhao Sicheng had disappeared.

"Yes, Heckford, Pinaya, Nechel, jk, Alexander." Zhao Sicheng's appearance did not have any spatial fluctuations, and the iron fist smashed wildly, directly smashing the Lich King's skeleton rack from behind.

Heckford, who had only one skull, said: "The God of Knowledge is so calculating, and he knows that I will be attracted by the undead in the light."

Zhao Sicheng said coldly: "Lich King, don't use your ridiculous mental power to attack. Your little mental power is not enough to tickle the deity."

"What do you want? When you are in the Origin Continent, the God of Knowledge should not be sure of those Original Crystals." The Lich King was very calm.

Lichs are immortal. Even if their souls are destroyed, they will be reborn in the life box. Although it is very painful and will take hundreds of years or even thousands of years to nurture their souls, the Lich King is fearless.

Zhao Sicheng said: "You killed two coachmen just now. Since that's the case, you can take over their work."

The Lich King's head readily agreed: "Okay!"

Zhao Sicheng smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Lich, you can present it to your life box."

"The future master, you can find it yourself if you have the ability!" The Lich King's skull jumped around in Zhao Sicheng's hands, feeling very strange.

Zhao Sicheng frowned and said, "You'd better be honest, otherwise don't blame me for crushing your head."

Seeing Zhao Sicheng frowning, the Lich King's head jumped even more happily, as if he was determined to be able to do anything to him.

"Crack!" The Lich King's skull shattered. Feeling the Lich King's full soul power, Zhao Sicheng smiled and said, "Haha, it's true that the soul is still a little cute."

"You pervert, you are even more perverted than me, the Lich." Heckford cursed: "Damn bastard, what kind of ancient god is he? He actually touches the soul of the Lich like this."

The soul of the lich appeared ripples, as if there were goose bumps.

Zhao Sicheng froze for a moment. He originally wanted to show his ability to control the soul of the Lich King and make the Lich King surrender, but he was regarded as a pervert by the Lich King.

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the Lich King's soul, outlining the "contract rune". This was the first time Zhao Sicheng tried to directly carve the "contract rune" on his soul. The Lich King did not resist and let the "contract rune" crawl over his soul. Then he looked at Zhao Sicheng provokedly because the "contract rune" would not harm the soul.

Until Zhao Sicheng's purple mansion, the Lich King's life mark appeared, and the Lich King became insane.

The Lich species, unlike flesh and blood creatures, is the most important ritual for becoming a Lich, which is to store life in the life box. The Lich is most sensitive to the mark of his own life. After the contracts of other contracts, he feels that he has lost an important thing. Only the Lich King can clearly feel that his life is imprinted on Zhao Sicheng.

Heckford quickly summoned his life box from the alien space. Heckford's life box was a small wooden box that was only half a palm-sized, narrow and long. The Lich King was very fond of his life. The life box was a top-level life box made of branches of the Tree of Life. This may mean that things will turn against each other. No one would have thought that the Lichs who gave up their flesh and blood and were willing to turn into the dead. The Lichs who were only left with skeletons would actually use the Tree of Life as a life box.

Heckford watched his life box turn into pieces, and then made an action that no one expected.

Heckford's soul lay down protruded and begged, "Master, please give me my life."

Zhao Sicheng didn't expect that Heckford was so sensible. He thought that he would have to subdue the Lich King, at least like Chris, and spend time slowly.

Zhao Sicheng ordered: "Catch all your pets first."

Heckford quickly did as he did. Although only the soul was left. He lost the power of the god of death, at least all the undeads below the god level were disbanded. The remaining god-level undeads were thrown into the alien plane opened by Zhao Sicheng.

Luhua Village must not be able to stay for a long time. I grabbed Du Er and the wildebeest carriage and teleported thousands of miles away. After erasing the traces left by himself, Zhao Sicheng teleported eastward and northward twice. He stopped in a wasteland with no rivers or people within a hundred miles.

"Hekford, Pinaya, Nechel, jk, Alexander, since you are so sensible, I will not lie to you. Your life will be accepted and will not be returned to you within a hundred years. As for a hundred years later... if you perform well, you may be returned to you..."

"Yes." The Lich King wanted to go crazy, but had to respond.

"Hope", damn it, I will actually live in hope one day. The strong live in a free and easy life, just like before, playing with false gods and launching a natural disaster of the dead, as long as I am happy. Only the weak live in hope and hope to get the gifts of the strong. Now, listening to Zhao Sicheng's tone, his hope is extremely slim.

Zhao Sicheng nodded. After the contract was successful, Zhao Sicheng had already adjusted the contract authority of the Lich King to a very strict one, while the contract authority of the Purple King and Zhao Yong was quite relaxed. If Zhao Yong was treated according to the contract authority of the Lich King, Zhao Yong would at least have a slight headache.

Although the Lich King's face is gloomy now, he has no contractual backlash, which proves that he has not had any bad intentions.

Zhao Sicheng said to Heckford: "Your name is too troublesome and it doesn't fit your identity. Heckford will be changed to Zhao Fu later."

Heckford finally couldn't help it. Zhao Sicheng didn't defeat him from the front, but now he was pointing at him. His dignified god, Lich King, was given a typical name for his servant. Not to mention the god of the superior, even the god of the inferior cannot stand it.

After a lot of struggle, the law of contract was completely defeated, and the Lich King's soul trembled and said, "Yes."

"The soul should not be exposed for a long time. Zhao Fu, I will give you a new body."

"Yes." Zhao Fu despised himself and his voice trembled. Because he used to like to seal the soul of a strong man in the undead puppet, he could not control his body, and his soul was furious and desperate, and eventually turned into the resentful spirit that Zhao Fu needed.

Especially when Zhao Sicheng took out a lot of materials to make puppets, Zhao Fu was almost collapsed. He once thought that the magician among his magicians was extremely noble, but he didn't expect that in one day, he fell from the clouds into the mortal world. However, the arrogant Lich King didn't look like a defeated monster, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

"Afu, you seem to be very scared?" Zhao Sicheng frowned. Zhao Fu was not commanding millions of undead just now, but he was very majestic. Why did he suddenly become a soft-legged shrimp? If Zhao Fu was so overwhelmed, it would be better to send him to the Killer Union for some Yuan crystal coins. Zhao Sicheng didn't want to waste his essence and blood on the waste.

Zhao Fu lay down again: "Master, please don't seal me in a puppet."

Zhao Fu's sorrowful tone made Zhao Sicheng think of Meiji at once. Meiji is a top beauty, and Zhao Fu is a skeleton, but he actually learns Meiji.

Zhao Sicheng sternly said: "Stand up! Look at you, do you still look like a man?"

"Yes." (To be continued...)

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